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The door opens, and reality protests. She, it is a she, yes? Yes. Definitely feminine, for all that the eye does not wish to see her, she enters. She is not seen so much as experienced; her robes sound like cessation, her eyes are the color of suicide, her skin is the taste of peace. Tears leak constantly from her eyes.She moves like mortality made flesh as she enters the room. Her steps, like the flow of time, do not falter.

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"Okay. Do you want to sit down, maybe get something to drink?"

Odd girls are things he's used to. Witness Urs, Divia... maybe not Divia.

She

He sits down, looking a little awkward, and smiles hesitantly.

"Would you like something to drink, something to eat?"

"Bar, encantadora, another of my usual and a shake for the lady, please?"

He takes a sip of his blood and smiles at her. The silence is a bit odd, but maybe she's the type that doesn't like to talk. Or maybe she can't talk.

"I'm Vachon. Javier Vachon, actually, but about two people use my first name and one of them only when he's mad at me, so mostly people just call me Vachon."

He touches her fingertips gently, frowning slightly.

"I'm sorry, mi vida, I'm not sure what you're trying to tell me."

There is, of course, one way he can find out who she is, but he won't ask that of her.

"You're... the tears are something to do with your name?"

He nods slowly, considering.

"Sad? No, that doesn't sound right... um..."

He smiles back at her, and keeps thinking.

"Morose... no, not quite the right sort of sorrowfulness..."

"Sorrowful? Is that your name?"

He smiles.

"It's a pretty name."

"Would you like anything else with the shake? I, uh, apparently the paradoxes are good, whatever the hell they are."

He nods and strokes the Bar, smiling a little.

"Bar, love, could we get some of those fried paradox things?"

He peers curiously at the resultant small basket of pastries, offering it to Astarael.

He takes a sip of his blood.

"Can you write? It might make it a little easier to communicate. Not that you're not good company as it is..."